11/25/2017 meet me at our graveour love died in my arms. I felt it as we stopped breathing, I watched as our eyes closed for the last time.
why weren’t you at the funeral? what was so important? was it her, or did you choose not to mourn us because there was nothing for you to mourn? we buried each other in different ways. I, though difficult, let us fall into the river I fell in love with you at. you, on the other hand, buried us in other women. maybe we didn’t die, you just left without warning. but still, when I miss you, what grave can I go to? Comments are closed.
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